Smurfy – I like Bernstein Bears too, I watched yesterday!
I have no rights to HSM the characters, or Miss me – but let me go. Thank you. I also have zero rights to 'Miss me, but let me go' at the end of the chapter. I actually, only own unrecognizable characters.
"Gran!"
"Grandmamma! Darling, he left me money and Ms Monty Montenegro everything else! I'm rich, but without a home, memories, a bed!"
"Grandmamma, don't worry, you can stay here for a few days, until you get back on you're feet." Sydney assured the elderly woman as they entered. "Ryan is happy to help you until you can buy a house."
"Ryan is you're boyfriend?" Sydney giggled and shook her head.
"As of a few days ago, I am Mrs. Ryan Evans. We got married, and I didn't know how to contact you, Grandmamma. Daddy had no number." Sydney beamed. "He's at work, he's picking up the kids in about five minutes. They'll be home in a half hour." Sydney smiled as she led her Grandmamma into the kitchen so she could sit down. "Troy's married too, to um…Gabriella." Sydney looked at the ground and Her Grandmamma looked at her.
"Gabriella?"
"Yeah. Gabriella met him at the ski lodge. They sang there, and then, they fell in love. They have no children; Gabriella refuses to lose her virginity. Do you think she loves him, Gran?"
"I don't know, Sydney-Elizabeth." She was too tired and sad to remember the title Grandmamma was the one she insisted on using. "Did she say I do without thinking? Does she love the family?" Sydney thought for a moment.
"Well, she had to think for a second before saying yes to Troy's proposal and the wedding, and Dad never got along…Gran, do you think that means she doesn't love him?"
"I don't know, Sydney-Elizabeth, and call me Grandmamma."
"Syd, me and the kids are home early! They want to see Prince." Ryan shouted from the door. Sydney rushed to greet him and the three little children. "Hey, Ryan, my Grandmother is here. Doug, Thomas, Isabelle, you're great grandmother is here. Call her Gran, okay?"
"Kay," They said and walked into the kitchen. "Hi Gran," Douglas said and sat at the table. Thomas settled down at the table too.
"Isabelle, haast!" Thomas called and Lauren, their great grandmother smiled. "Hi Gran," He smiled at her.
"Hi, Mrs. Bolton. You must be Sydney's grandma. I'm Ryan, her husband." He shook her hand and took Sydney aside. "We have to tell her you're pregnant, Sydney." He hissed.
"Fine," She turned. "Grandmamma, there is something you should know…I'm…pregnant."
"That is excellent, Sydney-Elizabeth!" She exclaimed. "When is my other Great-grandchild due?"
"March." Sydney beamed and her hand settled on her stomach. Ryan kissed her cheek and Sydney looked down, her green gave averted. "You'll stay, then?"
"Yes." Her mood was downcast again, and the heavy feeling of torn heart returned to linger in Sydney's chest. She swallowed, and let a few tears leak from her eyes as Ryan pulled her to his chest.
"Syd, we can get through this." He promise, and kissed her cheek.
"Mommy?" Isabelle asked gently. "I love you."
When I come to the end of the
road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears or
gloom-filled room
Why cry for a Soul set free?
Miss me a little
- but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low
Remember
the love that we all shared,
Miss me - but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must
take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the Masters's
plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick
of the heart
See family and friends we know
Take time to heal,
tho' we must part
Miss me - but let me go.